On the shuttle to the Zurich Opera House, Yang Yang and Su Ye sat close together in the back seat.
Yang Yang frowned as he thought things over, while Su Ye quietly watched him. The lights outside the window streamed in from time to time, illuminating Yang Yang's face as if it were glowing.
The Yang Yang of today was no longer the same Yang Yang she had known back then. He had long since shed his youthful awkwardness and gained maturity and a sense of responsibility. He had also become the backbone of everyone around him, the person those old friends relied on.
What kind of fiercely independent, unruly man was Ibrahimovic?
Yet in front of Yang Yang, he was utterly obedient and wholeheartedly convinced.
Yang Yang was no longer the football-loving youth who had once gone it alone. Now, he had achieved fame and success and was the leading figure in World Soccer. He had even begun helping and supporting the companions and friends around him.
Sometimes, Su Ye could not help wondering how lucky she was.
That made her cherish everything she had even more, and love her husband and children even more deeply.
Perhaps she was still a traditional woman at heart. Supporting her husband and raising her children was her true calling.
"You keep staring at me like that, and you'll really make me swell with pride," Yang Yang said with a laugh as he suddenly turned his head.
The unexpected remark made Su Ye laugh. She lightly punched him on the shoulder, then pulled his hand into her arms and held it tightly, unwilling to let go even for a moment.
Yang Yang felt deeply content as well. Su Ye was a goddess acknowledged by countless people across the country, yet she showed that